Verse 1
I'm beginning to believe, believe that
God created the blues
I'm beginning to believe, believe that
God created the blues
How could He look at us down here
And not get the blues?
How could He look at what we do
And not get the blues?
And what do you do when you get the blues
You put it into a song
I believe, I believe, God looked at us
And the blues had to come along.
He looked down on the mess we'd made
When Noah went into that boat
God sat up in Heaven, and
The blues was ev'ry song He wrote
He looked down on the mess we'd made
When Noah went into that boat
God sat up in Heaven, and
The blues was ev'ry song He wrote
The blues was ev'ry song He wrote
The blues was ev'ry song He wrote
The blues was ev'ry song He wrote
| I believe, I believe, I do believe
That God created the blues. | (3-4 X)
| How could He look at us down here
And not create the blues? | (3-4 X)
I believe, I believe, I do believe
That God created the blues.
I believe, I believe, I do believe
That God created the blues.
Unpublished Work - Words and Music
Copyright 2018 Jeffrey Brent Clifton
(First draft-Apr-2018)
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